black flowers, please

		oh when i saw you standing there
		wild flowers dying in your hair
		child of harvest time coughing up must
		black flowers' dull perfume trailing in dust
		hoisting dark pennants at the spike of the hill
		your smile started bleeding and then the mill
		shearing and sharing your love and your rage
		whilst hawk's head descending
		spewed out a new age

		it isn't very good
		in the dark dark wood
		in the middle of the night
		when there isn't any light

		there are four corners to the world she said
		and every one is manned with fire and ice
		through black glass darkly i can see her truth
		arrayed and raised and raising walls of war
		she points to squares of wax and writes backwards
		i veil my face from her and from her light
		the pointless games she plays out for want of power
		to slake her bloodlust and for sake of pain
		her ugly shapes breeding in her secret mound
		the Call of Aethyrs and the Dog Star Crawl
		there's one cracked bottle with no label on
		she nods and gestures limply with her broken smile
		do you fear death she says to me
		and shows me seven stars
		the seven seals of her seven years of Rose Cross madness
		well christus tell us that little children suffer
		it's only right that we should learn to suffer too!

		the first seven are red as blood
		the second seven not so red
		the third seven like whitish smoke
		and all the world seemed to be in darkness
		and all the world seemed to be in brightness

		there are four corners to the world i lie
		in forms of fire have lurked across its floor
		and little banners displaying their little creeds
		have made our season on earth as red as poppy fields

		there are four corners to the world she sighs
		there are four corners to the world she cries
		there are four corners to the world she lies
		there are four corners to the world she dies